Red Moon Returns

The solemn icon exuded a sacred and solemn atmosphere. Under the icon, even the crazy patients became quiet. For a moment, the only sounds left in the room were the sound of hurried footsteps and the clanking of utensils.

The six-pointed star represents holiness. As Ms. Nightingale slammed the double-headed snake scepter in her hand, a standard six-pointed star was outlined with golden light and emerged out of thin air on the snow-white ground.

Ambilight, every shining line exudes holy brilliance.

"The robbing bat has the ability to steal prey by sucking blood. It is the most tolerant. It uses bat blood as its base to reconcile all conflicting factors and make everything stable and balanced."

The cane points to one end of the six rays, and the light at this end becomes brighter and brighter.

An assistant immediately stepped forward, opened the blood-red glass bottle, and poured out the viscous red liquid inside.

The blood seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, twisting and changing in the air. When it landed, it had formed a strange symbol outside the top corner of the hexagram. Then the golden light on the hexagram immediately spread over, combining the bloody runes with the hexagram. Become one.

"The body fluid of the spitting lizard is viscous and has the strongest adhesion in the world. It uses the blood of the spraying lizard as a cage to restrain the violent nature of the disease."

Nightingale had already walked to the other top corner to light up, and her assistant followed closely and opened the second blood-colored glass bottle.

The end of the scepter trembled slightly in a certain pattern, pulling the blood in the air to twist and deform. Before it hit the ground, another pattern exuding a sticky and entangled atmosphere had already formed in the air, and was then engraved on the ground.

"Huh..." The old lady stopped and stood there gasping softly. Another assistant immediately came close to wipe the sweat from the old lady's mask. He wanted to reach out to help, but was gently pushed away by the old lady.

The old lady bent her arms and made a strong movement, then walked towards the third top corner.

"The Invisible Son's whole body is colloid, soft yet hard, using the Invisible Son's blood as a barrier to resolve the erosion of the power of disease."

"The golden-winged griffon soars all year round and is a natural deterrent to all living beings. With the blood of the golden-winged griffon as its flag, it can deter the violent power of disease."

"The cold spider's poison is as violent as fire, and it kills countless creatures. Using the blood of the cold spider as its front arrow, it destroys the impact of the disease head-on with its violent characteristics."

Three consecutive chants were completed in one breath, black, gold and green, and the runes twisted into three bottles of blood occupied the other three positions.

At this time, the outside of the five top corners were all occupied by blood runes. Under the golden light, there was a feeling of oneness.

After holding on to the scepter and panting for a while, the old lady straightened her back again and stood in front of the last corner. But instead of chanting immediately like before, he lowered his head and pondered for a long time before reaching out to take the other glass bottle handed over by the assistant and pouring it down himself.

"The wasteland mammoth is thick and stable, integrated with the earth. Relying on the blood of the mammoth, it carries the soul of the suppressor and blocks all filthy forces."

This time, the old lady's movements became slower, as if the scepter became extremely heavy, and the speed at which the bright red blood twisted and deformed in the air became slower and slower. Every change seemed to exude huge pressure.

As the last rune gradually took shape, the light of the six-pointed star became brighter and brighter. When the room was so bright that it was difficult to open one's eyes, the light suddenly stopped and the entire six-pointed star returned to dimness.

An uncontrollable cough immediately sounded. The old lady covered her mask and hunched her back. It took her a long time to catch her breath, and then she pointed to Lin Qi at the runes condensed with the blood of mammoths.

Lin Qi understood it, stepped on the runes and stood up. I wonder if it was an illusion, but as soon as he stood up, he felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

The assistant and Nightingale were also moving. They pushed the iron bed restraining the patient to the top corner of Lynch's cage. The top corner where the bat's blood was stolen was facing the icon on the wall, which was the same as the patient's. , Lynch formed an equilateral triangle.

The two assistants and the old woman stood on the other three top corners. The Holy Emblem of Ouroboros hung high on the dome, facing the center of the hexagram.

Nightingale finally turned to Lynch and asked him with her eyes. Lynch straightened the beak mask filled with medicinal herbs on his face and nodded slightly.

Come on then.

The two assistants each picked up the syringes. The one holding the dirty blood first injected the dirty blood into the center of the hexagram, and then Lynch's blood was also injected. However, the two bloods did not merge together, but were incompatible with each other and separated from each other.

Holding the scepter in her hand, the old lady began to recite a prayer, her voice was low and powerful, and the scepter in her hand was hanging on the two pools of blood, swaying gently. As she chanted, the two pools of blood soon began to move and began to rotate in a clockwise direction, with the speed getting faster and faster. The image looked very much like the Yin-Yang fish that she had seen in her previous life.

"Stay awake, don't lose consciousness, and staying awake until the end is victory."

Nightingale's worried instructions came to his ears, but Lynch did not respond. His eyes were fixed on the swirling blood. The blood was like a whirlpool, absorbing his entire consciousness.

boom.

The whole world shook suddenly, and Lin Qi came back to his senses from the attraction of the vortex.

However, this did not allow him to understand his current situation because he simply could not understand his current situation.

Lin Qi did not see or listen, because at this moment, seeing and hearing had lost their meaning.

However, everything was naturally reflected back in his consciousness, as if everything should be perceived this way.

There is an indescribable void where nothing intelligible exists.

There is no matter, no life, no animals, no humans.

There are only countless twisted lights and shadows in the void, twisting, flickering, and changing. In the twisted lights and shadows, it is simple enough to see through at a glance, but it is complex and difficult to understand. The sense of contradiction makes people almost crazy.

Boom.

As the messy lights and shadows passed by, Lynch felt another violent shock, and his mind was in a trance, as if his consciousness was about to merge into this incomprehensible void.

What's going on?

The thought just arose, and his mind was shaken several times. Every shock would stimulate the consciousness to be confused, as if the soul could leave the body at any time.

Damn, is this the danger that Ms. Nightingale said? I have to keep bearing such shocks until everything is over?

Lynch was really panicked.

He seemed to have returned to the time before the crossing, with only a consciousness left, floating in the endless red fog.

It was even more painful for him than that time. At that time, there was at least red fog and a red moon hanging high in the sky. Now there was only an incomprehensible void and a fatal bombardment that showed no signs of stopping.

Such frequent and strong impacts almost made Lynch lose consciousness. Lynch was not sure how many times he could bear it.

What is bombarding me.

Neighbor, stop looking. What's going on?

[Don't have the consciousness of looking. In the conceptual vision, looking does not exist. Use your inspiration to understand, and you will understand this conceptualized world. ]

The gentle female voice calmed Lynch's panic in an instant, and even the frequent bombardment became less shocking.

You are always there.

Following the guidance of the red moon, Lynch tried to calm his mind in the bombardment again and again. It was very difficult and the impact was very disturbing, but after Lynch tried several times, he finally spread his will and used inspiration to understand everything around him.

In the distorted and messy light and shadow, he finally barely understood the current state.

This is a void that only exists in the concept. There are two groups of light and shadow in the void. One side is the protected suppressor, that is, Lynch himself.

The light and shadow representing six mysterious aliens, under the control of Nightingale's ritual, merged their respective characteristics and turned into a barrier to protect Lynch's will.

On the other side is the disease theocracy containing the remnant of the consciousness of Mordiggian, the king of ghouls. The twisted light and shadow in the void represent the embodiment of each other's will. The light and shadow entangled and devoured each other, which is the collision and confrontation between the two consciousnesses.

I just don't know how many collisions have gone through. The barrier formed by the mysterious aliens has been riddled with holes, and more and more weaknesses have been exposed. The bombardment Lynch felt was the feeling brought by the residual consciousness in the theocracy passing through the holes in the barrier and directly impacting Lynch's consciousness.

Gradually frequent, gradually distant, it is obvious that the barrier can no longer support it.

Lynch knows that once the defense line collapses, the disease will act on his body, just like Ms. Luna said, he will die.

As if sensing Lynch's observation, the light and shadow representing the power of disease suddenly stopped flickering and suddenly quieted down. No longer flickering, but the pressure doubled.

From the light and shadow of power, the terrifying deterrence has almost materialized.

The suffocation before the storm is just like this.

Fight!

Just when he came to his senses, he was already in a desperate situation. Lin Qi gritted his teeth and, driven by instinct, integrated his will into the barrier, merged with the broken barrier, and collided head-on with the residual consciousness that was rushing towards him.